same block and made to shovel sand on that fortification yonder. There
were forty of us that belonged to our plantation standing in this yard
looking on."

"How did you feel to witness such a scene?"

"O, I can't tell you, madam; but I cried like a baby."

"Why did you cry?"

"O, to think what great things God is doing. Man could never, never do
it."

"Did the others feel as you did?"

"O no, some laughed, and one man said, 'Ah ha, you see now how sweet
'tis to tote the old block, don't you?'"

"Did he say that in his hearing?"

"O no, we's five rods off."

There were a number of houses burned down, May 28th, three miles
beyond our lines. Mrs. Samantha Plumer inquired of Curlie, one of our
boys of the home, if he would take us to that biggest house burning on
the Moss plantation. No sooner was the suggestion made than Curlie got
his ambulance ready for us, and we were soon in front of the
smoldering mansion. The proprietor was raking over the debris for gold
and silver or other imperishable treasure. Among the ashes; were hand-
cuffs, chains, shackles, and other slave-irons. He was occupying one